Over the next month, Tony and I got even closer. I occasionally would spend the night at his house during the week. He called me every evening and every night before he went to bed when he didn't have to work really late. We hung out with his friends a couple of times.
That second time I found out why Frank didn't like me. I had gone to the bathroom while the guys were out back smoking cigars. As I came back out, I heard them talking.
"I don't get it, Ton," Frank said.
"What's there to get?" Tony said. He sounded annoyed. "I love the little guy."
"Yeah, but he's such a little sissy. I mean, Christ, aren't you embarrassed to be seen with him in public?"
"Just because he's not a meathead jock doesn't mean he's a sissy."
Frank scoffed. "s**t, I'm proud to be gay as you are, but fags lik
